Gathering of the Eastern Continent's Geniuses on the Ninth Level! (Five More)
Wu He had offended Yin Jiuling, Old Eccentric, Feng Wenjun, and Lin Bai in just a few words, yet he was completely unafraid. After all, as the top genius of the Eastern Continent Records and the possessor of a quasi-divine-grade martial soul, he had his pride—and he had the capital to be proud!
Wu He chuckled. "Then all of you had better remember the big words you're saying now. When the martial contest begins later, don't you dare be too scared to come up and fight!"
Old Eccentric gave an awkward smile and said nothing more, leaning against the giant beast with his eyes closed as he rested.
Yin Jiuling, meanwhile, returned to that deathly silent state.
Half a day later, another person arrived on the ninth level.
"I thought I'd be the first to arrive. I didn't expect so many people to have already made it here."
The newcomer smiled faintly as he spoke.
"A Ning."
When Lin Bai saw him, a smile appeared on his face.
A Ning had changed into a set of blue robes, but he still looked rather shabby. In particular, the rusty iron sword strapped to his back made him look utterly down-and-out.
"Brother A Ning."
Feng Wenjun also called out with a smile.
A Ning smiled faintly and walked toward Lin Bai and Feng Wenjun.
Wu He glanced at A Ning, a disdainful sneer appearing on his face. "Another monster that doesn't even look human."
"The Eastern Continent Academy's entrance threshold is getting lower and lower. Any sort of trash dares to take part now—even beggars have shown up!"
Clack—
As A Ning walked toward Feng Wenjun and Lin Bai, he heard Wu He's words and suddenly halted. His gaze sharpened